Sometimes I convince my husband to come along with me to cultural events. Not just the sort of trendy plays acted in by people whose day job is barista, but the sort of Cultural Event where we are the youngest people in the audience. It’s possible this is because my mother did things like read me the Odyssey aloud when I was 5, or retold me stories from the Ramayana, or played classical music in the house pretty much always. I listen to lots of musical genres, but I have always like Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring (maybe because I have watched this cat video about seven million times). Read More →